Walking in a Bad Idea

Prologue

The blurry city lights, the sound of rain, how the wind touches my skin, and how earthy it smells.

Nakakapangilabot.

As my eyes closed, I remember you.

My storm, and my fire. Someone who can destroy and shatter me apart with just words, but also someone who can make existing worth it.

The memory of how it started, and how it ended was still clear.

July was three years older than me, we met online when I was 15 years old, and he was 18 years old.  He was the very definition of a bad boy. The brief encounter we had when I was just a teenager in summer, had left my heart tangled in knots. 

He was everything that I had heard of in rumors from friends—careless, wild, untouchable. When I first known him, it felt like he was someone who could never be tamed. He was dangerous in a way that both scared and intrigued me. But, he hurt me, just for fun. And that had left its mark.

But life moved on, or at least, that's what people said. I couldn't exactly forget him, though. The bitterness lingered even after the years, simmering under the surface. I could never move on. Not really. 

Miss na kita, July.

Alam kong mas mahaba pa yung mga taong minamahal kita mag-isa, sa panahong "baka" mahal mo din ako.

Parang nasumpa ko ata sarili ko na patuloy kang asamin at hanapin ng ilang taon. 

This story is about my first love... the kind of first love that "never dies".

My first love, my July, you had my innocent, pure, and passionate love. The love that I could never give anymore in this lifetime. 

I knew you were a bad idea, but I still chose to walk in it...